Back To The Past.

I wasn¢t captured by Joni Mitchel¢s music but by the sound of music that belonged to Zorbas dance, and it seemed to come from a place where people had fun and were smashing plates at each other. I sat down at a table and enjoyed the pleasure everybody was radiating, none the less of all the shattered dishes. I learned that it brings you luck and who doesn¢t want any, certainly if it¢s for free?

“The loudspeaker in my cabin cracked open by the voice of the steward to inform us politely that the ferry was about to moor at the quay of Kerkyra and, if the passengers with this destination, would be so kind to prepare their disembarkation. This word, disembarkation, it always sounds to me like a sort of amputation. The evening before I had, just in time, arrived at the port of Brindisi where the car was checked for hashish. But the dog did not find any of course, because there was none. My car and I were swallowed by the ships hull and I found my cabin as if I had been here before, happily the cabin had a porthole. I unpacked my shaving gear and who wants to know what more, to get to the bar to congratulate myself with the safe trip in one pull from Venice to Brindisi.

The grappa I ordered tasted like little grapes exploding on my tongue and filled my nostrils with a perfume far beyond female cunning. The female I met though while walking the deck brought me back to reality again. She was from Dutch/American origin, had bone cancer and was traveling the last year of her life to see as much from the world as was given to her. I was almost voiceless when I wished her good night. The click of my cabin door threw me back to my own world. I mumbled some words to the stars who twinkled their endless eyes and I was sure there was one falling to earth before I tried to sleep…

Mount Pantokratoras was slowly revealing the copper sun like a harem dancer her veil. And it was brought to me by my porthole tv screen. Yes without advertisement and it had great promises in petto it seemed to say…..I made my way through the inner-city to have some breakfast and to go to the bank to withdraw money for my stay in Kerkyra. The utmost green island of Greece with some charming combinations of Greek, Venetian and English elements. I left the city and went for a drive through the inland.

I never saw such a beautiful combination of every green colour you can think of, woods of olive trees patterned as if with veins and cypresses that reached for the skies. The birds tried to tear my eardrums and the flies buzzed in the morning sun. It was October and the temperature was caressing my body and soul with an infinity of atoms while I drove north to Sidari, a pretty little fisherman's village where I was confronted with the first Greek music of my voyage. And of course Englishmen. You meet Englishmen all over the world at any unexpected place.

I sat down at a cafeneon by the seaside and had myself the first Mythos of my life. It tasted like Heineken but with a different persistence of a sensation. Right, the Greek one. I also marveled about the children coming from school. The girls all wore a blue dresses as if to separate them from the boys which was not necessary, because they were normally dressed. I also noticed that all the older women wore black , so I came to the conclusion that only young girls and old women wear uniforms in Greece.The vieillesses were very friendly and had lived through faces full of character, and eyes that had seen a lot but would never tell. It probably declared their friendliness. I achieved a peaceful easy feeling and I knew this Island wouldn¢t let me down.

It was hard to leave but I had to find my place in the sun to sleep and eat. I followed the west road down south to Paleokastritsa, perfectly situated on a bay and with a perfect view over the sea and the Agios Paraskevi monastery. The hotel was a tourist one big, but not too, and yes with a lot of English guests. After a nice dinner I went out to excavate the surrounding area and to find myself some noise…..which I found. (sic)

Later that evening after the smashing ball I met Jerry, a nice chap from Leeds, in the hotel bar where I was having a nightcap. After a while and some nice conversation, he invited me to come and sit with his wife Pam and her sister Jo-Ann. We had a fun time and when it was late and bedtime I invited them for a trip next day across the island.

I knew it, my porthole tv screen was not making a fool out of me the next morning when I entered the hotel lobby to collect my company , there was none.

Except for Jo-Ann Schofield, all alone and excited. She made an excuse about Jerry and Pam which was absolutely superfluously!!

I felt warm inside.

The music played:"Sisters of mercy"

Sidari

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MNobody is anonymous in passed history, who would want to? Plus you don't know what I'm going to tell. Not so impetuous please! It seems I build up a reputation here?. Well if so than I'm glad because what is homo sapience worth without one

Plus it might show up that she is anxious to know about my whereabouts and even what I'm going to write. It took place in A.D.1979. to be exact: 24-10-79. Funny enough the birthday of my ex wife I divorced from on the 4th of that month. Isn't life a bottle of fun?

So say stay cool, relax and read the next episode of the never ending story of Grecian Place.